[00:00.00] 作曲 : McLean
[00:06.06]There is no time to discuss or debate
[00:11.78]What is right what is wrong for our people
[00:17.92]Time has run out for all those who wait
[00:23.92]With bent limbs and minds that are feeble
[00:29.75]And the rain falls
[00:32.95]And blows through their window and the snow falls
[00:38.91]And blows through their door
[00:41.70]And the seasons revolve
[00:44.67]Mid their sounds of starvation
[00:47.87]When the tides rise
[00:51.16]They cover the floor
[00:55.62]They come from the north
[00:58.19]And they come from the south
[01:01.22]And they come from the hills and the valleys
[01:07.52]And they're migrants
[01:10.41]And farmers and miners and humans
[01:13.35]Our census neglected to tally
[01:19.32]And the rain falls
[01:22.50]And blows through their window and the rain falls
[01:28.35]And it blows through their door
[01:31.49]And the seasons revolve
[01:34.06]Mid their sounds of starvation
[01:37.46]When the tides rise
[01:40.37]They cover the floor
[01:45.28]And they´re African Mexican
[01:48.33]Caucasian Indian
[01:51.09]Hungry and hopeless Americans
[01:57.01]The orphans of wealth and of adequate health
[02:02.90]Disowned by this nation they live in
[02:08.90]And with weather worn hands
[02:11.73]On bread lines they stand
[02:14.80]Yet but one more degradation
[02:20.28]And they're treated like tramps
[02:23.38]While we sell them food stamps
[02:26.85]This thriving and prosperous nation
[02:32.40]And the rain falls
[02:35.92]And blows through their window and the snow falls
[02:41.81]And blows through their door
[02:44.69]And the seasons revolve
[02:47.78]Mid their sounds of starvation
[02:51.08]When the tides rise
[02:54.12]They cover the floor
[02:58.58]And with roaches and rickets
[03:01.40]And rats in the thickets
[03:04.47]Infested diseased and decaying
[03:10.47]With rags and no shoes
[03:13.23]And skin sores that ooze
[03:16.61]By the poisonous pools they are playing
[03:22.65]In shacks of two rooms
[03:25.49]That are rotting wood tombs
[03:28.84]With corpses breathing inside them
[03:33.69]And we pity their plight
[03:37.31]As they call in the night
[03:40.24]And we do all that we can do to hide them
[03:48.70]And the rain falls
[03:51.73]And blows through their window
[03:54.33]And the snow falls
[03:57.71]In white drifts that fold and the tides
[04:03.45]Rise with floods in the nursery
[04:06.44]And a child is crying
[04:09.63]He's hungry and cold
[04:12.48]His life has been sold
[04:15.51]His young face looks old
[04:18.32]It's the face of America dying